All that
remained in her memory was Sylvia's warning after she and her
cousin had left the table, Sylvia's insistence that she should call
Captain Tremayne away to avoid trouble between himself and the
Count. But, search as she would, the actual subject of disagreement
eluded her. Moreover, it occurred to her suddenly, and sowed fresh
terror in her soul, that, whatever it was, it would tell against
Captain Tremayne.
"I - I am afraid I don't remember," she faltered at last.
"Try to think, Lady O'Moy."
" I - I have tried. But I - I can't." Her voice had fallen almost
to a whisper.
"Need we insist?" put in the president compassionately. "There are
sufficient witnesses as to what passed on that occasion without
further harassing her ladyship."
"Quite so, sir," the major agreed in his dry voice. "It only
remains for the prisoner to question the witness if he so wishes."
Tremayne shook his head. "It is quite unnecessary, sir," he assured
the president, and never saw the swift, grim smile that flashed
across Sir Terence's stern face.
Of the court Sir Terence was the only member who could have desired
to prolong the painful examination of her ladyship. But he perceived
from the president's attitude that he could not do so without
betraying the vindictiveness actuating him; and so he remained silent
for the present.
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